whenthenightchanges
i watched him "fall in love" over and over with every girl around. i listened to him tell me how this new girl was so hot, and how they got caught making out. i smelt her perfume on his jacket when he slung it into his locker every morning. i saw the way he looked at her, when he was supposed to be looking at me.
i fell more in love with him with every second that passed, but he never knew.
girls and girls came and went, and each time he swore she was the one. he had such a big heart but was still very good looking, and most girls just used that to their advantage. none of them cared for him like i do. im always there for him when they leave.